Opening: Me, I become stronger when I am beaten!

Ye Chen sacrificed the Xuanwu sword, stepped on the flying sword, and rushed there at the fastest speed.

At this time, he didn't dare to keep his hands. If the disciples of the sect were in danger, as a person, it was naturally impossible for him to see his disciples in danger and not to rescue them with all his strength.

He patted his forehead and murmured: "What a miscalculation. If I had calculated that the Corpse Immortal Sect would send a strong man, I wouldn't let them take risks."

Different from conventional divination techniques, Ye Chen is more about perceiving the world, capturing the slightest clue and deducing it further.

Ye Chen is still confident that his reasoning ability is relatively strong. Now, through his divinity, he can communicate with the world and see some extra secrets. As long as he calculates properly, he can predict the future.

So he doesn't need tortoise shells. He only needs to close his eyes and meditate, and many pictures have been formed in his mind, just like watching a movie.

Not long after, he had come to a field of Huangshan Mountain, where there was a dead silence.

Although I have never been to this place, but this is a dead place, many powerful people have fallen, and it is already a place of great viciousness.

He shook his head, being chased to such a place, he could see that Zhao Xuanming and the others were indeed in danger, so he ventured in.

It's no wonder that the settlement of the Immortal Corpse Sect is near here. Many strong men have fallen here, and some corpses of strong men can be found and refined into powerful corpse puppets.

After a simple mental calculation, Ye Chen spotted a direction and quickly rushed over.

On the other side, Zhao Xuanming and others had already arrived at the foot of a mountain. Every time this powerful corpse puppet made a sharp move, if he didn't dodge quickly, he might be seriously injured or even die.

At the foot of this mountain, they found a cave.

At this time, the corpse puppet punched continuously, one weight over the other, the power was so shocking that the huge rock on the top of the mountain rolled down and the earth trembled.

"Hurry up and hide in the cave."

Zhao Xuanming led everyone into the cave.

In this way, part of the strength can be avoided, and their pressure can be reduced a lot.

Just entering the cave, everyone was still hesitating whether to go in, or to find a chance to leave here and continue to run.

But at this moment, I only heard a rumbling sound in my ears, which was the sound of the mechanism running, and a simple stone door appeared at the entrance of the cave, and it was suddenly closed.

There were two violent impact sounds on the stone door, and then it fell silent.

At this time, the inside of the cave was pitch black, and they couldn't see their fingers. But for them, they had reached such a level of cultivation that they could use their spiritual sense to detect the surrounding terrain even with their eyes closed.

Here is a long and narrow passage, the entrance is narrow, and the inside gradually widens.

"Go in and have a look?"

"Walk."

"Go and see what's in there."

Everyone hit it off and decided to go in and have a look to see what mysteries are hidden here.

After walking a dozen steps, oil lamps were quickly lit on both sides of the surrounding walls. Even though the light was dim, the scene inside could be vaguely seen.

In front is a wide hall, with rows of stone statues standing there on both sides, which looks a little weird.

"This seems to be the tomb of a strong man, but who left it behind?" Zhao Xuanming murmured.

Everyone continued to move forward to further check the situation inside.

On a high platform in front, a bronze coffin was laid flat there, with simple patterns carved on it.

"There may be a mechanism here, please don't touch things." Zhao Xuanming reminded.

At this moment, he felt something under his feet, making a "click" sound.

Lifting the sole of his foot, he saw that it was a stone brick that had been crushed. He frowned slightly, a little surprised.

Could it be that this place is so old that even the thick bluestone has been weathered.

Just when everyone was still wondering, an invisible force suddenly emerged from the surroundings, supporting them into the sky, and their feet off the ground.

Then, the screen changed, and everyone came to a bronze hall.

This hall is very wide, and there is a box in the center, which seems to contain treasures.

Everyone looked at each other with some doubts.

"This is the treasure? This is too easy, I always feel that there is a trap in it."

"I also think that the tombs of the strong are generally heavily organised, and real treasures cannot be obtained so easily."

Everyone nodded, feeling that this was not realistic.

But at this moment, a hoarse voice suddenly came.

"Since none of you want it, then this inheritance belongs to me."

Everyone looked for the sound, and it turned out to be the ugly middle-aged man. The distorted facial features are really unflattering, and one can regret it for three days.

"You are indeed young talents, but it's a pity that you are members of Dao Yunzong. If that's the case, then I can't keep you."

After the words fell, the middle-aged man took the lead.

This time he didn't bring a puppet, but chose to do it himself.

A palm wind came out, with a strong stench, which was the corpse poison left over from dealing with corpses for many years.

Seeing this, Zhao Xuanming also fought with his back.

The 11 people worked together and used various powerful martial arts at the same time, but it was still difficult to parry in the end.

With just one move, 11 people flew upside down at the same time and fell heavily to the ground.

Zhao Xuanming vomited blood. He was the most seriously injured when he stood in the front just now.

At this time, the palm force with corpse poison still did not stop, and it was still enveloping everyone.

Just then, a voice suddenly came.

"What happened to my Dao Yunzong people?"

After the words fell, that powerful palm force was actually counteracted by an invisible force and dissipated into nothing.

"who?"

The middle-aged man looked around, but he didn't notice anyone coming at the first time.

He was startled, this time he met his opponent.

"The one who killed you."

The next moment, Ye Chen appeared in front of him.

"You look so ugly, you don't deserve to live."

He punched out loudly and landed on the middle-aged man's chest, making a muffled sound.

Although this punch looked ordinary on the surface, it actually carried a strong hidden energy, which was more dangerous than the earth-shattering blow.

The middle-aged man bled from his seven orifices and knelt down on the spot, then his body softened and he fell to the ground motionless.

"metropolitan."

Zhao Xuanming and others hurriedly bowed to salute.

Brushing shoulders with death, everyone felt like they had survived a catastrophe.

But Ye Chen didn't care about these.

He said lightly: "What are you still doing? This is the inheritance of the strong, so hurry up and accept it."

"Yes."

The eleven disciples didn't fight for it, and got the inheritance together.

Ye Chen stood aside, looked at the corpse lying on the ground, and took away his storage bag.

He is not interested in the inheritance of this place, but the Immortal Corpse Sect is a bit mysterious. He is not very familiar with the legends of the Shenze Continent, so he needs to learn more.